little belle
don't you get so worked up at all the
fire and hell
is waiting just to burn us you can
jump and yell
but no one's looking for us you can
ring your bell
but everyone ignores it

if the
heavens sink
and crush us like two deaders the sweet
georgia stink
is the last the thing we'll remember you can
hide your head
but you can't run forever cause when it
all goes bad
it won't get any better
all that's left to do
is sit and wait till it comes true
by god we've paid our dues
to everyone we knew
so breathe my little belle
this sweet and pungent georgia smell
i hope it treats you well